"That doesn't concern you," the man replied. "The only thing that you have to care about is going into that car." He nodded at the car behind Wyatt.

Wyatt glanced at the car behind him and looked at the gun. "I don't have a reason to. So no," he said and tried to make his way back to the jazz bar.

The man cocked his gun and shot where Wyatt wanted to take a step. "I told you to just get into the fucking car!" the man shouted.

Wyatt sighed and charged at him. He got the gun out of his hand and pointed the gun at the man with his finger on the trigger. The man put his hands in the air slowly. "Who do you work for?" he demanded.

The man glanced behind Wyatt and smirked. "You'll find out," he replied.

Wyatt frowned and whipped his head to look behind him, just to get hit on his head. He collapsed to the ground as the gun fell out of his hand. The last thing that he heard was another person barking orders to someone else before his consciousness slipped away.

Two hours later

"Wake the fuck up!" Wyatt heard someone shout from afar while he felt a liquid splashing against his face. Wyatt squeezed his eyes shut and slowly opened them to see two men standing across from him. "Ryan, he's up." The one holding a bucket put the bucket down while he went to the other one who's smoking a cigarette. Wyatt looked around the room and noticed that there wasn't any furniture and there was graffiti sprayed on the brick walls. He tried to get up from the cold ground but felt that his hands were tied up behind his back.

Ryan walked towards Wyatt, tossing the cigarette on the ground next to him. Wyatt watched his every step without any emotion visible in his eyes. Ryan crouched down at Wyatt's level and forced Wyatt's head up. "Do you work for that bitch Julius?" Wyatt felt his head throbbing more when his nostrils came in contact with the stench of nicotine lingering from Ryan's breath. Wyatt didn't respond and just continued to look at him dead in the eyes. "No response?" Ryan held Wyatt by his collar and punched him right across the face. "We can do this shit all night if you keep quiet."

"Ryan," the other man called "I don't think it's a good idea to continue beating him up. We still need some information from him. Hell, that stupid bitch Gerald could've gotten the wrong guy."

Ryan stared at Wyatt with a dilemma in his head for a few minutes. He let go of Wyatt's collar and stood back up. "Do you know someone named Julius ...?" he asked, crossing his arms.

Wyatt looked up at him, faking a confused expression.

"Don't act dumb." Ryan grabbed a few pictures out of his back pocket and tossed them in front of Wyatt. All of the pictures were of him and Julius together this past week. "I think that you know that son of a bitch very well."

Wyatt looked back up at him as he put a scared expression on his face. "Your mind must be playing tricks on you to think that person in those pictures is me," he spoke in Japanese.

Ryan's eyebrows knitted together out of confusion when he heard another language coming out of Wyatt's mouth. He turned towards the other guy, who looked speechless at Wyatt. "What the fuck did he say, Drew?" Ryan demanded.

The other guy, Drew, shrugged. "I don't fucking know. He was speaking some other language, dude. Some shit like Chinese, I think."

Ryan glanced at Wyatt and clicked his tongue. "He must be fucking with me. I know that you know that fucker!"

"Have you considered that Julius could speak Chinese?" Drew asked.

Wyatt averted his eyes to the ground and looked back at Ryan. "What... he do?" He asked with a thick accent.

Ryan turned back towards Wyatt. "My boss told me to make a contract with Julius for weapons since we need better ones. BUT, Julius waved me off saying that he doesn't form contracts with gangs. There's hardly a difference between gangs and mafia from what I know." A frustrated sigh left Ryan's lips as he slicked his hair back. "I'm getting in real shit if I don't have this shit done tomorrow." Ryan glanced at Wyatt, who was listening. "Why am I telling you all this shit? There's a chance that your Asian ass doesn't even understand me."

"Not gonna lie, but that does sound a little racist coming out of your mouth," Drew commented and raised his hands in defense when he saw Ryan glaring at him.

Ryan gritted his teeth as he looked at Wyatt's frown. "Fuck this!" he screamed while he kicked Wyatt in his ribs. "This shit is hopeless!"

Wyatt felt all the air leaving his lungs as he fell sideways on his arm. Wyatt eyed Ryan and saw that his face was distorted with pure rage. "How long do I have to keep this stupid act up?" he wondered. "I still have to go grocery shopping with Mike in the afternoon. I don't have time for this bullshit."

Ryan felt his phone in his pocket vibrating and answered it while walking out of the room with Drew following behind him.

Wyatt sat back up straight when he didn't hear them anymore. He fumbled around with the already loose rope and got his hands out of it. He glanced around the room. "Do I try to escape right now? Or do I wait to kill them? I'd be bad if they start going after Mike as well." Wyatt sighed as he looked up at the ceiling. "Or David. He'd definitely get suspicious if he notices people following him. What do I do?"

Wyatt heard Ryan's voice getting closer to the door and hid his hands back behind his back.

Ryan opened the door and walked up to Wyatt, a smug expression visible on his face. "A little bird told me that you're a hitman," he spoke. "And that you're also fluent in English."

Wyatt stared up at him and raised his eyebrow. "What? Who told you that?"

"Drop that stupid act. Or do I have to bring up Oliver to make you talk?" A smirk appeared on Ryan's lips when he saw Wyatt's eye twitch. "Oh? Did his name become a trigger word for you?"

"How do you know his name?" Wyatt demanded coldly.

"What a surprise! So you can speak English!" Ryan laughed. His laughter died down and his expression turned back smug. "Let's make a deal. If you-"

"Pass."

Ryan stared baffled at Wyatt as he stared back with a flat expression. "But you didn't even hear what kind of info you can gain."

"What kind of useless information can I gain from a pathetic thug like you?" Wyatt asked him. "You can't even sign a contract for your boss, so how useful can you be?"

Ryan clenched his hand into a fist and exhaled slowly to calm down. "I don't know, maybe I know something about his killer." Ryan smirked when he saw that he caught Wyatt's attention. "Maybe about who the killer works for. Or his personal info too," he added nonchalantly. "Even though I'm lying about everything, he doesn't know that."

Wyatt narrowed his eyes at Ryan and averted them to the ground. "He must be lying," he thought. "But what if he does know something about Oliver's killer? Any clue could help me." Wyatt turned back at Ryan. "Fine. I'll listen to what you have to offer me. Make it quick."

Ray clicked his tongue. "If you work for me, I'll tell you every piece of information that I know. Doesn't sound bad, huh?"

"Not going to lie, that sounds dumb as fuck," Wyatt replied, his apathetic expression not changing. "How is that a good deal? I do need the info, but I'm not that desperate. I'll just kill everyone if I have to."

"Shit! How am I supposed to win him over like this?" he pondered. "I have to make something up quickly." Ryan turned back at Wyatt. "Are you sure? My boss also knows many things about him and he'd even pay you double the amount that you earn if you work under him. You can live a luxurious life; money, parties, women. Anything you want, he can gra-."

"Can I go home now?" he asked, cutting him off in the middle of his sentence. "I still have things to do later in the afternoon."

"Does it look like I give a fuck?!" Ryan shouted.

"Not really, I guess."

Right before Ryan lifted his foot to kick Wyatt again, his phone started vibrating. Ryan grabbed his phone as he stormed out of the room. Another man who Wyatt didn't know walked back inside and sat across Wyatt against the wall.

"Do you have some water for me?" Wyatt asked after clearing his throat.

"And why should I?"

"My throat is dry and it's starting to get a little difficult to talk," Wyatt lied. "And Ryan said that it's okay to ask someone for something to drink."

"Fine," the man sighed as he stood up to grab a water bottle outside. When he left, Wyatt got on his feet and squatted sometimes to get the feeling in his legs back. After a minute, he sat back down with his hands behind his back when the man got back. The man held up a water bottle. "Here."

"Can you help me drink from it?" Wyatt's grip on the rope got tighter. "Ryan tied my hands up, so I can't do much myself."

The man groaned and walked up to Wyatt as he took the cap off the bottle. When he was close enough, Wyatt took his chance and head-butted him. As the man fell while his hand went to his head, Wyatt swiftly jumped from his spot and held him down. Before the man landed a punch on Wyatt, Wyatt put enough force to snap his neck. When the body didn't move anymore, Wyatt got off of him and patted him down. The only thing useful that he found was a pocket knife. He flipped it open while he walked to the side of the door, flipping the knife around out of boredom while he waited for someone to come

"Hey Dex, Ryan said he'd come-" Drew stopped mid-sentence when he felt the blade of the next against his neck. "Ah, shit," he mumbled.

Wyatt cut his throat in one swift move and kicked Drew to the ground. While the pool of blood around Drew became bigger and the sound of his gagging filled the room, Wyatt crouched down next to him and patted him down. He felt something hard in Drew's jeans and took it out, to see that it was a handgun. Wyatt took out the magazine and checked for bullets.

"Only six," Wyatt thought and he clicked his tongue. "I don't even know how many people are outside."

"What the fuck is taking so goddamn long?" Ryan yelled. He stopped in his tracks when he saw both the bodies on the floor. He felt cold metal pressing against his temple. "Before you shoot-" 

Wyatt pulled the trigger and Ryan's body collided at the ground. Wyatt couched down and patted Ryan's body down. During it, he found car keys, his own phone, and Ryan's phone. He stood back up and put both phones in his pockets. He turned to the door that was still wide open and didn't hear a sound coming from outside. He walked with caution out of the building and saw four people a few meters away from his smoking. Wyatt hid behind the door and eyed them. He pointed the gun at one of them and shot him right in the head.

"What the fuck!" Wyatt heard someone shout. He shot another one and the last two unloaded their magazines at the place the sound came from. Wyatt quickly hid behind the wall, but a bullet still managed to graze the side of his left arm. When he didn't hear the sound of bullets anymore, he got from behind the door and shot the last two. He grabbed the car keys and pressed the unlock button. He saw lights flicker on the other side of the road and ran to the car. He got inside and put his phone and the gun on the passenger seat. Wyatt squinted his eyes at the brightness of the phone and saw that it was already 2 AM. He put the jazz bar's address in Google maps and searched for the fastest route.

"The fastest route will take 1 hour and 32 minutes," he heard from his phone as he ripped his sleeve off and wrapped it around his cut. He started the car and saw that there wasn't much gasoline that could last the entire ride. "I hope that there's some money in this car. If not, I have to call someone."